Page 91 of Unbelievable You

“You are such an asshole,” I said, clasping my hands behind my back so I didn’t grab her and shove her up against the wall and fuck her right here and inevitably get fired from the gym for violating the code of conduct I signed when I started teaching. That wouldn’t be very good for my brand.

Stace just gave me that smile that made her eyes crinkle and my stomach swoop and entire body tingle.

“I need to get you out of here. Immediately.”

Stace nodded slowly. “Agreed. Unless you wanted to make good on your words last night? Take me up against the lockers?”

I let out a sound that was very close to a whimper.

“Fuck, don’t say things like that when I can’t follow through.”

Stace just dived forward and kissed me briefly before winking and walking backwards while she was still staring at me.

“I was thinking we should stop and get pie before we go back to your place. Have a nice longggg chat about life over lemon meringue pie. What do you think?” She reached the doorway and paused.

As much as I wanted to get her naked in the next five seconds, the mention of pie was also extremely appealing.

“We can get pie to go,” I said, and she laughed.

“Perfect idea.”

I’d been a little apprehensive about leaving Buck at my place while we went out, but when we returned with pie, he was snoozing on the bed and nothing was out of place.

Not that I really had time to check. Stace set the to-go container of pie on the counter and slammed my back against the door, claiming my mouth.

“I could barely get through that class. Couldn’t stop wanting you. Do you know how sexy your voice gets when you teach?” she said between fierce kisses.

“My teaching voice is sexy? News to me.” I didn’t know that my teaching voice was different than my regular voice.

“Sooooo sexy,” she said, nipping at my bottom lip and then leaning back.

“Come on. I need you naked.”

I squealed as she picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.

I would never get tired of that. Ever.

Stace set me down gently on the bed this time, kissing me and instructing me not to move.

“Where are you going?” I asked, sitting up.

“To get supplies,” she called as she left the room.

Oh. The strap.

We hadn’t used any toys yet, and I’d wondered at her stance on them. I guess if she was going to use a strap, then she probably had a positive opinion of other toys.

Maybe if I was still conscious after she fucked me senseless with the strap, I’d tease her with one of my vibrators until she begged. That was something I definitely wanted to see. She’d said she was a switch and I’d never thought too much about my own preferences, but I thought I might be the same. Happy to give and take as the need arose. Plus, something about having her completely at my mercy was unbelievably hot. I wanted to see her beg and plead for me.

Stace returned with her bag and set it on the bed.

“So,” she said as she pulled out the harness and the strap and set them on the end of the bed.

“Yes. The answer is unequivocally yes.”

Stace’s eyes lit up.

“Good.”

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